H. Purcell: While Thyrsis, wrapt in downy sleep, Z. 437
H. Purcell: Pastora's beauties, when unblown, Z. 407
H. Purcell: A thousand sev'ral ways I tried, Z. 359
H. Purcell: They say you're angry, Z. 422
H. Purcell: Let each gallant heart, Z. 390
H. Purcell: Since the pox or the plague, Z. 471
H. Purcell: Beneath a dark and melancholy grove, Z. 461
H. Purcell: Musing on cares of human fate, Z. 467
H. Purcell: Whilst Cynthia sung, Z. 438
H. Purcell: Ye happy swains whose nymphs are kind, Z. 443
H. Purcell: Beware, poor shepherds!, Z. 361
H. Purcell: See, how the fading glories of the year, Z. 470
H. Purcell: Since one poor view has drawn my heart, Z. 416
H. Purcell: I resolve against cringing, Z. 386
H. Purcell: Phyllis, talk no more of passion, Z. 409
H. Purcell: When my Acmelia smiles, Z. 434
H. Purcell: Farewell, ye rocks, ye seas, ye sands, Z. 463
H. Purcell: Love's pow'r in my heart shall find no compliance, Z. 395
H. Purcell: How delightful's the life of an innocent swain, Z. 373
H. Purcell: She who my poor heart possesses, Z. 415
H. Purcell: When first my shepherdess and I, Z. 431
H. Purcell: Through mournful shades and solitary groves, Z. 424
H. Purcell: Scarce had the rising sun appear'd, Z. 469
H. Purcell: Who but a slave, Z. 440
H. Purcell
H. Purcell: Amintas, to my grief I see, Z. 356
H. Purcell: Amintor, heedless of his flocks, Z. 357
H. Purcell: No, to what purpose should I speak?, Z. 468
H. Purcell: Sylvia, 'tis true you're fair, Z. 512
H. Purcell: Spite of the god-head, pow'rful Love, Z. 417
H. Purcell: Phyllis, I can ne'er forgive it, Z. 408
H. Purcell: Let formal lovers still pursue, Z. 391
H. Purcell: If pray'rs and tears, Z. 380
H. Purcell: In Cloris all soft charms agree, Z. 384
H. Purcell: Let us, kind Lesbia, give away in soft embraces, Z. 466
H. Purcell: Love is now become a trade, Z. 393
H. Purcell: Ask me to love no more, Z. 358
H. Purcell: When Strephon found his passion vain, Z. 435